Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25761 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 129(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
I stare at him.
“You just be fucking kidding me. Curves, like the Jenny Craig group? Isn’t there a weight loss program named Curves?”
“Fuck if I know,” Archie replies. “This is just what their name is. I didn’t think it up.”
“Goddamn,” I groan, rubbing my hands over my face. “I don’t know. It just feels wrong paying for sex.”
Archie raises his brow, genuinely surprised.
“You’ve never done it before?”
“No. Why, have you?”
He begins giggling.
“Hell yeah! I started when I was I high school. Shit, my uncle brought me to my first whorehouse where I shacked up with a sixty year old hussy for a few days. She was dry down there but it didn’t matter. With that much experience, she was perfect for an eighteen year old boy.”
Now it’s my turn to stare at him.
“That turns you on?”
“Well, no,” he admits with a shrug. “But back then, I would have fucked a stump if it had a pussy.”
I merely shake my head again.
“Goddamn. I can’t believe it’s come to this. Whores.”
Archie just shrugs again.
“Don’t knock it until you try it,” he says lightly. “Maybe you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”
I shake my head.
“I’m not getting my hopes up.”
My buddy merely shrugs.
“Yeah, but what do you have to lose? Some money, but you can afford that. So maybe it’s time to try something new. It’s not like you can do worse than where you’re at right now.”
I stare at him.
“Thanks for the kind words.”
He shrugs and grins.
“Just saying. You’re not the only guy in the world with this problem, my brother. I mean, what are you, a genetic anomaly?”
I groan.
“I could be. I mean, I heard my mom screaming sometimes when she and my dad had sex when I was a kid.”
Archie scrunches his nose.
“You’re a sick fuck, you know that? Who wants to listen in on shit like that? But even if it’s genetics, it’s still your problem to solve. You’ve got to find a woman who’s tight and stretchy at the same time. What a paradox.”
I merely groan again, still feeling morose.
“So, do you want the number?” Archie asks.
I turn my head and glare at him because I want to say no, but my buddy’s right. I’ve tried everything, and I’m basically plain out of options now. Worst case scenario, it ends badly and the woman goes scampering off with a bandage on her pussy. Best case, I find a once in a lifetime girl and we both get some much-needed satisfaction as I pummel her to my heart’s content.
“Give me the number of the escort agency,” I grunt.
“That a boy!” Archie crows, pounding me on the back. “I knew you’d come around.”
I smile but my heart’s not in it because in the back of my head, I know that this rendezvous will likely end in disappointment … again.
3
Chrissy
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This dress is amazing. I knew when I saw it online, but in person, it’s even better. I smile with satisfaction while staring at my reflection in the mirror because hot damn, I look good. The dress is a dusky rose-colored satin that shimmers every time the light hits my curves just right. The bodice isn’t even a bodice really. Instead, two straps cross my breasts, holding them firmly in place and yet allowing the bottom curves to dangle just so. It’s a slutty dress, and I absolutely love it.
After all, I’m an escort who makes a living entertaining men and trust me, our clients aren’t looking for buttoned-up princesses. Instead, the guys who come to Curves are looking for dirty, naughty women who can take them every which way. After all, it’s not a secret that Curves used to be known as Three Hole Girls. Yes, back in the day we were a sleazy escort agency based in New Jersey, but I guess management wanted to fancy things up a bit. Thus, the re-branding, and the move to NYC.
Plus, the fact is that I love being an escort. I know it’s not exactly normal for a nice girl from New Jersey to be in this line of business, but I like it. Even better, my dad, Hunter, and my stepmom, Dani, know what I’m doing and support me. After all, Dani was an escort before tying the know with my father, and he still married her, even if he didn’t know at the time. Of course, Hunter hasn’t been that happy about my career choice, but at least he tolerates it now.
Then again, what’s not to like? Most people think of prostitution as dangerous, but Curves takes that out of the equation for us. They screen the men we date, and only accept high-net worth, handsome, successful clients. Even more, we don’t have to sleep with them if we don’t want. The men are paying us for companionship, and if we’re not feeling it at the end of the night, then the date ends. Of course, I totally sleep with my clients. I’m not about to walk home with an aching pussy when there’s handsome cock to be had.